<..: Retreat II :..>

What's the reason for my preference towards sons?

well, to start off...they are quite a handful... I bet if I have twins...my size will be halved if I stay at home to take care of them...either that or I double in size coz I will binge while watching them fight it out among themselves.

well anyway, these two days....some boys made my days a lot more pleasant in school. One whom I shall not state his name, the one who rarely throws a smile and looks glum in my class... I requested them to come for remedial lessons. I also commented on the fact that they are so tired out by activities everyday that having a remedial lesson for them will be torture to them...guess what boy said? "Cikgu, saya kalau nak pergi supplementary class pick and choose... ada cikgu saya pergi ada cikgu boring, saya tak nak pergi...kelas cikgu best...saya mesti pergi nyer!" Coming from a glum looking boy whom I've always thought despised my class... it perked me up...told his form teacher...how I adore him!

then today, during my Dikir Barat...a group of boys came to me and asked..."Napa cikgu tak ajar kelas kita?" I told them although I don't teach them anymore, the teacher who took over is just as fabulous... well they had this to say..."Cikgu we love your class...boleh swap tak?"

I am not trying to blow my own trumpet...but somehow...these words from innocent humans touched me and made me realise why I am here for... Sometimes, ok ok all the time I shout at them and berate them for small things but little did I realise my actions and words do sting in their ears most of the time and thus I feel so much treasured. Boys being boys don't bear grudges the single bit. I scold and shout and scream all I want and at the end of the day everything is back to normal like nothing ever happened. I guess they are the more rational race!

It's been a long time since I've taught the young ones...on every Thursday, I get to meet the P2s and the P1s. Let's just say this...I've lost touch with them... Long are the days where I get boys who hold their crotches just because they want to go to the little men's room , the noisy class of "Cikgu, cikgu!", the thirst for attention by every single of them, the blow wind blow games and the simple act of bribing them with sweets. I felt so 'wanted' with these kids sitting down in front of me and looking at me with innocent big eyes, grabbing my pants, playing with my brooch and whispering to me about their so-called boyfriends and girlfriends. It is so hilariously to see them wanting to go to the toilets just right after recess, struggling with their urge to pee. It is very heart warming to see them holding my hands and asking me for help. Saying goodbye at 320pm every Thursday never fails to make me reluctant to leave the class although a smile is always plastered in my face.

I am so looking forward to the afternoon session...and if ALLAH permits, my very own young one/s by this year...Insya ALLAH.

Thursday, February 01, 2007